On track
Said poet
Robert Murray.
I replied not,
And it's okay.
Track is one,
I know dear poet,
Life is one,
And it is
Going towards
Death.
Night and day
No difference,
And the sun erases.
Come dear poet,
Together we will
Crush the sky.
The sky sustains us
On this earth.
And we are fully equipped
With words.
Still, we see
The cracks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
words are a means to crack.